I know all your reasons, To keep me from seeing, Everything is actually a mess. But now I am leaving, All of us were only dreaming, Everything is actually a mess.
In the eyes of a teenage crystallized The prettiest of lights that hang the hallways of the home, And the cries from the strangers out at night They don’t keep us up at night, We have the curtains drawn and closed.
We all are living in a dream, But life ain't what it seems. Oh everything's a mess, And all these sorrows I have seen, They lead me to believe That everything's a mess.
